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last night

i walked

under moonlight

and streetlights

to get to a swing

in a park

loaded with nostalgia

and i let myself

swing and dip,

grazing the stars

with my

fingertips,

letting myself soar

and my soul

turn to stardust


a shorter, simpler poem for today:)) mondays are never the days inspiration is flowing haha. i might expand on this idea some other time<3

love,

mari

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